Fate no longer reserved his power. Every swing of his sword carried the power to topple mountains. Arantius met him without flinching, drawing deeply on my mana to contest. I feared he would be cast asunder beneath the ninth-level avatar's fury, but his blade never wavered. Their clashes unleashed hellish windblades and shockwaves that tore across the city, obliterating blocks and slaughtering soldiers and demons wherever they fell.
My power couldn't protect them all. Fatesworn demons screeched, and mortals screamed as they were ripped apart from the inside. The Radians died in even greater numbers, bursting apart from the sheer pressure and force of the shockwaves. Their blood splattered across streets, flowing into fissures and cracks that opened as the earth heaved and the city shattered.
